Tagged: Topanga

Topanga Days Parade 2017: Who Let The Hippies Out?

Topanga Days.  If you’re not from here, you probably don’t know. But should you? Well, it’s certainly an acquired taste. Let’s try a little quiz— *Do you like patchouli, second hand pot smoke, tie die t-shirts, henna & dirty hippies? *Are you craving an environment where bras and shoes are optional and kids roam the streets like wild banshees? *How about peace, love, live music...

Only In LA: Roadside Barnyard

The other day, I saw something truly remarkable. I know, it’s a white Chevy Equinox parked near some trails in Topanga.  Nothing to see here. But what makes this woman and her car extraordinary are its occupants. Including this: Yes, a ferocious, angry Pit Bull..try not to drown in his slobber. Oh and there was also this: Yes a full gown Nubian Goat.  His name...

Pray For Rain: Why Mama Loves Me A Road Closure

Winter is not necessarily the driving enthusiast’s friend. Sleet. Snow. Rain. It can all lead to awful road conditions. Here in Southern California, the flash floods combined with forest fires can create rock slides and mud slides that are no joke. In fact, here’s a photo in my town after a particularly memorable rock slid down the hill in 2005. Yikes. Just two weeks ago,...

LA’s Hottest New Valet Line (& It’s In The Valley!)

The San Fernando Valley is, as my husband so eloquently describes it, ‘The asshole of LA.’  Only a few people really like to go there, it sure ain’t pretty and, you guessed it, it smells like ass.  However, thanks to Los Angeles’ housing crisis, places like The Valley are newly appealing– the swamp of Playa Vista is now a Millennial Playground, the formerly heroin-infested Downtown...

Car Slut Confessions: H1 Virus

A friend of mine recently sent me an email proposing that we test drive a Hyundai. Now, Mama’s a busy lady and tooling around in a Hyundai isn’t exactly at the top of weekend wish list. However, this friend is from the CA Fuel Cell Partnership & this Hyundai is the 2015 F-Cell Tucson (meaning this is hydrogen, baby). So, like any good car slut, I obliged.  But first I needed...

Drivebys: The World’s Happiest Hobo

It’s Monday morning, and I’m on my way to my miserable job. I’m tired, vaguely hungover and horribly under caffeinated.  I glance over to the guy next to me and he’s is equally uninspired, and he’s behind the wheel of a GT3! It’s clear that the Monday blahs are in full effect and there’s no cure in sight… As I get a few car lengths...